Fan Daoyi stood quietly on the high place, one hand casually resting on the railing. He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking down at everything that was happening below with a leisurely expression.
A slight upturn at the corners of his lips revealed a faint smile, and he thought to himself, "Hmm, what an unexpected performance."
So how will they kill the Duke in this farcical performance?
The performance continued, and under the dazzling spotlight, the Duke seemed like a passerby who had accidentally wandered into the play, appearing so out of place.
Sun Ruijie was currently clinging tightly to Clark's slender waist, the two dancing with abandon. As for Chen Yang and Chu Yue, they held hands and gazed at each other tenderly, their eyes seemingly only for one other person.
The lights were subtly changed, and the once brightly lit banquet hall instantly went dark. In the darkness, were they planning to take advantage of the chaos to make their move?
When the light came on again, the dazzling beams focused on the two groups of people. The Duke stood quietly in the shadows, his face full of sorrow, looking like a pitiful clown.
The two groups then held hands and bowed gracefully, paying their respects to the guests present.
Such a good opportunity, and the Duke is still alive.
Fan Daoyi watched, thinking that the four of them really knew how to temper their tempers.
Their dance moves were well-received by the guests, and amidst rounds of applause, the Duke suddenly clutched his chest. His eyes rolled back, and after taking a deep breath, his body stiffened and he fell backward.
3, 2, 1.
Amidst gasps of alarm, the Duke's scandal unfolded. In the chaos, papers were trampled upon until someone noticed the incriminating evidence on them.
Ding ding~ The person behind the scenes makes their appearance.
When a long-dead lover reappears before you, the first thing they do is point out each other's criminal past.
A smile played on Chu Yue's lips, a smile of joy at the reunion with the person before her. She ran towards him, and just as she was about to reach him, a small knife slipped from her sleeve.
The other three acted in unison, and Clark winked at the person behind the scenes. "Honey, go easy on me."
The person behind the scenes was clearly taken aback, their gaze blank and dazed.
Chu Yue's blade pierced his abdomen, thrusting upwards to penetrate even deeper. Knowing his thoughts, Chu Yue was able to perfectly evade every attack he made.
Looking at this person who was on the verge of death and lying on the ground, Chen Yang verified it.
He wasn't dead yet, so he delivered another blow.
Clark approached in her high heels, then said to Sun Ruijie, who was standing behind her, with a hint of displeasure, "What are you daydreaming about?"
Sun Ruijie stood still, never joining the operation to kill the Troublemakers.
He looked up and met Fan Daoyi's gaze, who was standing on the second floor.
Fan Daoyi was also quite interested, and he gestured to Sun Ruijie below to invite him.
Sun Ruijie glanced in the direction of the other three, then walked towards Fan Daoyi.
"That's truly amazing, Mr. Unemployed Wanderer," Sun Ruijie said jokingly from the start. "Your plan is like an invisible net, trapping everyone within it. I'm utterly impressed."
Fan Daoyi retorted with a laugh, "It's your acting skills, Mr. Simp, that I admire. I thought you were the only one in this game who didn't have any mental abilities."
"Haha," Sun Ruijie joked.
Looking down at the performance below, he saw the three men as if controlled by some mysterious force, making inexplicable and nonsensical movements. Their eyes were glazed over, their expressions crazed, and they were frantically attacking the Duke's already cold corpse.
The surrounding guests looked terrified, screams and shouts mingled together, and the scene was chaotic. In the distance, the faint sound of police sirens could be heard.
"I don't understand," Sun Ruijie tried to get an answer from Fan Daoyi. "What methods did you use to immerse them in an illusion, so that even if they had the ability to distinguish between reality and illusion, they couldn't tell that it wasn't reality?"
Fan Daoyi chuckled, "This is your trump card. You've hidden your mental defenses for so long, did you really expect me to open up to you?"
Upon hearing this, Sun Ruijie burst into hearty laughter. "Forget it, it's most likely on that shovel too."
In an instant, a murderous intent appeared, and Sun Ruijie attacked with his bare hands.
Fan Daoyi stood still, and just as Sun Ruijie's attack was about to land on him, a malicious smile appeared on his face.
"A sickly man, panting with every step, so this is how you see me?" He simply jumped back, swept his leg to the side, and struck Sun Ruijie on the back of the head with his cane.
Sun Ruijie reacted extremely quickly, crouching down, rolling over, and pulling out a handful of flour from his pocket.
With a flick of the cane, the flour in the air dispersed.
When vision returned, a fist with bulging veins was right in front of me.
Fan Daoyi kicked him in the abdomen with such force that he rolled several times on the ground and crashed into the wall.
Sun Ruijie clutched his abdomen, using the wall for support as he stood up. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, wiped it away, and returned to normal.
"You think that people with mental abilities are all physically weak, and wonder why they are so difficult to deal with, but your own physical strength is not weak either." Fan Daoyi kept smiling as he explained Sun Ruijie's thoughts.
Sun Ruijie, panting heavily, forced a smile, "My mental ability can only help me defend against mental attacks from others and keep my mind clear to see through illusions. Relying on it is of little use."
He continued, "But you are different. You think you can control the whole situation just by listening to a few words and eavesdropping on other people's thoughts. You are completely dependent on others. You are either acting as strategists or working behind the scenes, so naturally you don't have much of a feeling for body tempering."
Fan Daoyi leaned against the railing. At this moment, Sun Ruijie deliberately pretended to be disabled, revealing his thoughts in order to lure Fan Daoyi closer.
"Yes, I'm very confident. No one can defeat me against a single entity." He glanced at Sun Ruijie indifferently, thinking to himself, "It's indeed easy to deceive this kind of ability user with such abilities by using words that are both true and false in one's mind."
But..."
The railing suddenly collapsed, Fan Daoyi fell backward. At the same time as he fell, an explosion occurred on the wall behind Sun Ruijie.
He landed steadily, his cane firmly planted on the ground, standing like an elegant gentleman in the safe zone. "Thump."
Debris splattered around him, Sun Ruijie, caught in the blast, fell awkwardly to his feet.
A large amount of dust spread throughout the banquet space.
Sun Ruijie quickly used his abilities to defend himself, but found it was to no avail.
He looked up in astonishment, staring at Fan Daoyi in disbelief. "Your ability isn't mind reading, it's control?"
Looking into Fan Daoyi's calm eyes, he shook his head, repeatedly denying his own abilities. "No, that's not right. Why did my ability fail? This isn't right!"
"Good boy." Fan Daoyi lowered his eyes to look at the person in front of him. "I hate it when a chess piece thinks it's clever enough to jump off the board and provoke the player."
The hallucinogenic pollen spreads in large quantities, and without its protective power, the mind is overwhelmed, turning the individual into a bewildered being.
"Welcome to the team. Let's bring this show to a perfect close."